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from Body Language by Ian Murray

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Caught in the flow, anemic red.
Cocaine-white glow.
Lucy’s on his best behavior
and God’s pawing at my door.
Nails in the sheets.
Bells on the floor.

It should be easier than this.
Letting go is almost easier than this oppressive mold,
how we’re just boys pointing their worst up at the moon,
how we’re just girls hanging reflections by a noose,
how we’re just in-betweens
stuck in-between the right to swoon and the fight we’ll lose.

I thought it’d be more like evergreen,
enduring winter’s kiss.
But now I’ve no more will than a willow.
Watch my limbs just sway
until the summer knocks me down.

In the sun, we feel the heat
but not the light it brings.
We had our chance to see it,
when we brought God into our bed,
slept like death was heaven-sent.
And then the static coveted that blessed organ.
All it does is bleed,
but does it bleed for me?

No hell or high water.
I would rather have nothing.
No hell or high tides.
I would rather have nothing at all.

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from Body Language, released May 26, 2017

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